“Trying to figure out how I can turn two apples, a carrot, and a jar of mustard into dinner.” “Do you have a pork chop?” “Afraid not.” “Then I can’t help you.” He pauses. “We should cook dinner together another time. I can walk you through making something.” “You’d be walking me through burning something,” I say, though I love this idea. “But I’m game if you are.” I send Felix carrot seeds next, and he sends me back a cookbook of recipes from PEI called Canada’s Food Island.
